They were silent for a time. She went about the gory business of disposing of the bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like overcooked, ruined meat. Mistresses neither deserve consideration nor commiseration. “I think,” he said, “I was a little too mystical about beauty the other day. Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. She will not confide in me. She had been obliged to wait all morning for the opportunity to talk to Martha, who chose always to retire to her cell for the period of recreation that preceded afternoon prayers. He regretted now that in his idle hours he hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day.
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